Page 71 of Mine to Keep

“What, why?”

I turned in my seat and took Matt’s hands in mine. “If Greg is actually the one doing all of this, and he sees you in his space, it changes the dynamic of this whole thing.”

“Yeah, maybe he’ll confess.”

I scratched the back of my neck. “Uh, no, I mean he could become volatile.”

“Well, then, what am I supposed to do?”

I kissed his palm, earning a soft smile. “Will you stay here until I’m done?”

“You’re going now?”

I nodded. “I’ll call Gabe to come with me.”

Matt looked from me to Noel. “Anything you can do to watch over him?”

Noel snickered. “Nick has a tracker on him. I always know where he is.”

Noel and I both had trackers, as well as all of our brothers. “Okay,” Matt breathed. “That works.” He gripped his own necklace with the tracker—it was one of the rare occasions he’d remembered to wear it.

Once Matt was a lot calmer and okay with me going to Greg’s, I texted Gabe the situation and he said he’d be home in five and to wait for him.

While I waited, I read over the findings on the deep dive I had going. A few other hackers had been able to find other things but nothing too huge at the moment. Basically all the places Greg Morgan had ever lived, along with Beth from Belle’s Beanery, and were currently diving into Nicole and James Somers. It was going to take some time. There was a little suspicious shit but nothing that screamed at me to deal with it prior to Greg.

I gave Matt a kiss, and he clung a little bit longer to me than usual. He stood by the front door while Gabe and I drove off the property.

“What’s the game plan?” Gabe asked me as he turned onto the main road.

“Ask him questions, don’t leave before we have some answers.”

Gabe smirked. “Solid.”

Greg Morgan’sapartment was a sight. He had many cats, more than I was sure the landlord allowed. However, it was clean, and it didn’t stink of feline. On top of the animals, the artwork on the walls also displayed cats, as did the dishes and curtains…it was unsettling. If he wasn’t a stalker I’d have pegged him for a serial killer, maybe.

Gabe and I were currently standing in the middle of his place, cats curling around our ankles, waiting for Greg to return home. According to his work schedule, he shouldn’t be too much longer.

“Good thing neither of us is allergic.” Gabe eyed a gray tabby that was smooshing their face into Gabe’s calf.

“Right.”

About five minutes later, I heard the sound of keys and a door unlocking.

“I’m home, babies,” Greg’s nasal voice echoed from the main entrance into the living room. The cats scattered toward him. “Hi, yes, Daddy’s home.”

I glanced at Gabe, who was clearly in hell. Greg cooed and baby-talked for a good four minutes before even walking down the hallway.

“Who wants dinner?” Greg’s footsteps got closer…finally. He rounded the corner and dropped his messenger bag.

“Hello, Greg.” I smiled. He opened his mouth to speak, but Gabe pulled out a gun. Of course he wasn’t going to shoot, but it certainly shut Greg right up.

“Wha…who are you people?” His cats were meowing, desperately wanting food.

“Let’s take this into the kitchen so you can feed your…” I gestured to all of them.

“Oh…okay, are you going to kill me?”

“We hope not,” Gabe grunted.

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